LAYLA’S POV
“Kaz is probably having separation anxiety right now. We haven’t slept apart since we got mated,” Wendy says, running a towel through her damp hair in front of my mirror. In the reflection, she catches my eye and pouts slightly. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No, no.” I wave my hand quickly. “I actually want to hear how you two met.”
She spins around immediately. “You sure? I tend to go overboard when someone gives me an opening.”
I smile and nod. “I don’t mind. I want the details.”
“Give me one minute.” She turns back to the mirror and attacks the rest of her damp brown hair with alarming speed.
Watching her, I can’t help but smile.
We haven’t really had a proper one on one moment like this before tonight, but Wendy is just… easy to be around. There’s something nice ab
